A joke Lost in Translation You will Never

My heart breaks A little each day For problems I can’t solve For things I can’t change All I can do is pray

I enjoy his company Riding shotgun Conversation No one to overhear Our inside jokes

How can I write how I feel When what I feel is nothing? How can I tell you what I need, What is wrong? When what is wrong

Why can’t I choose to be somewhere in the middle? Surrounded by extremes Measure everything With a grain of salt

I had it all In my head And then I said Words I do not know which ones

I cannot divide My heart Into four pieces Equally Geometrically

Hospitality To love a stranger It need not be much For one who has little Will appreciate it

The news hit me Like a punch in the gut I threw up two times From the pain Knowing that I

She is no longer Part of my life I’ve moved on My life is full With friends

I am unique In so many ways But while variety excites What we look for Is our common thread